Alone she sat eyes blurred and unable to see through the cascade of silent tears as her whole body gently shook. The was no service, no shoulder to lean on for support, no one else cared. At that thought the tears speed up to sobs carried across the near empty room. Partially she blamed herself, if she had been a better parent, guided Margaret to a less destructive pace, if only she had left good footprints to follow; others would have cared. Instead Margaret burned every bridge in front of her, isolating people, abandoning them. It was apparent to people that Margaret needed nor wanted nobody, so that was given to her.

"Oh Alice I am sorry!" Alice turns, surprised at the sound of the voice, to Christy rushing forward to join her on the pew.

"What are thee doing here?"

"I thought you'd need someone. When is the service?" Alice smiles, looking at the casket.

"I decided not to have one, what's the point Christy?" Christy was silent for a moment, unsure what to think and o say. "Plus I don't think Margaret would care for a fuss."

"Actually she'd love it." Alice thinks at Christy's word before smiling wider, followed by a booming laugh.

"I suppose you're right, after all she is the ultimate center of attention."